Gilly's Motoring Centre

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Gilly’s Motoring Centre, every morning began with the same routine: employees checking tires, customers browsing parts. But one day, an unfamiliar voice crackled over the intercom. ‘Attention, all drivers,’ it said. ‘Your cars are now officially late for work.’ Everyone froze for a moment before bursting into laughter. It turned out that the intercom had picked up a radio show about talking cars, and Gilly, thinking it was real, had decided to join in. From then on, whenever someone needed help or advice, they’d ask, ‘Hey Gilly, what do you think?’ And everyone would smile, knowing their friendly mechanic was still just as clueless about modern technology.

2. At Gilly’s Motoring Centre, one night after closing, an employee noticed a strange humming sound coming from under the counter. Curious, he lifted the cover—only to discover rows of tiny electric cars, each blinking its headlights in perfect sync. As he watched, the little cars slowly formed a circle, then began driving around it in unison. Startled but intrigued, the worker reached for his phone to record the phenomenon. Suddenly, they all stopped and stared back at him with their headlights. He laughed nervously and whispered, ‘Okay, I get it, you want your own parking space!’

3. At Gilly’s Motoring Centre, customers often brought their pets for a quick check-up. One day, a small dog entered the garage and started barking furiously at the ceiling lights. No one else could hear or see anything unusual. Finally, an old mechanic leaned up from under the hood of a car and said, ‘That little fella must be trying to tell us something.’ He flicked off a dusty light bulb on the ceiling, and everyone laughed as the dog stopped barking mid-yip. Turns out it was just an old, forgotten alarm.’

4. At Gilly’s Motoring Centre, whenever a new delivery driver arrived, the receptionist’s dog would start barking uncontrollably. No matter how many times they changed drivers or tried different cars, the canine reaction remained the same—an enthusiastic and puzzled bark every single time. One day, a new neighbor moved in next door, curious about the commotion. Upon visiting Gilly’s, she asked what all the fuss was about. The receptionist smiled sheepishly, explaining the quirky canine habit. With a twinkle in her eye, she added, ‘He just loves visitors!’